Sister, I Hit You Because There Was a Ghost Behind You - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2. Inquisitor, Your Scent Is So Intoxicating—Would You Mind Holding My Hand?
Crash—!
A massive iron mace came down hard against the floor. The marble tiles fractured in a spiderweb pattern.
The greed demon that had peeled away from Laura’s shoulder and tried to scurry off like a cockroach was completely flattened by my strike and vanished. The creature dissolved into black smoke with its dying shriek.
“Ugh, ugh….”
Laura lost consciousness from the shock of her connection to the demon severing. To everyone else’s eyes, she looked like a pitiful saint who had collapsed in horror upon witnessing her mad sister wielding a mace to kill her.
“Phew.”
I wiped the sweat beading on my forehead.
The wedding dress corset was cinched so tightly that breathing had become difficult. A full swing in a dress really was too much. I made a mental note to wear more practical trousers next time as I set the mace down on the floor with a thud.
“Y-you madwoman…! Guards! What are you doing! Seize that wench at once!”
A middle-aged man with a flushed face was bellowing from below the dais.
My father, Count Eberhardt.
Perched atop his head was a bloated golden toad, greedily coiled and dripping viscous slime—the very embodiment of the greed that had sold me away in my past life.
“Father.”
I gazed down at him coldly.
“Be quiet. The toad is falling off.”
“W-what? A toad? You’ve truly lost your mind!”
“And there’s no need to call the guards. I’m not running.”
I brushed off my dress skirts and turned my gaze toward Demian Lyart. The rigid Holy Knights Order commander was still watching me with eyes full of wariness.
But I knew the truth. His blade tip was trembling ever so slightly. And he was tracking the remnants of the black smoke I had just obliterated with his eyes.
“Commander Lyart.”
“….”
“Please arrest me.”
“…What did you just say?”
“Arrest me. I’m a criminal caught red-handed, aren’t I? Smashing the groom’s face, threatening my sister, destroying property—isn’t this a free pass to the Inquisition Underground Prison?”
Demian’s expression twisted peculiarly. Normally, when a noble lady caused trouble, her family would make excuses and raise hell to avoid consequences. Yet this one was volunteering to go to the notoriously dreadful Inquisition.
But I was serious. If I returned home, I would either be locked away by my father or face retaliation from Laura’s followers. The Inquisition was far safer.
At least there were no demons there.
Moreover, if I stayed beside this human air purifier, even the troublesome malevolent spirits wouldn’t dare approach.
“…Miss Violetta. Do you understand what you’re saying right now?”
“Perfectly. So hurry and put the shackles on me. Oh, and take that mace as evidence.”
I extended both hands demurely. Demian fell silent for a moment, then gestured to his subordinates.
“…Take her into custody. However, do not bind her.”
Demian issued the order in a cold voice, then approached me and whispered low.
“Everything you’ve witnessed, and everything you’ve done. You’ll need to confess it all without omission in the Investigation Room.”
Bingo. He took the bait. I smiled and whispered back to him.
“Look forward to it. My story is quite… a different genre altogether.”
The escort carriage was suffocatingly silent. Yet I myself felt more at peace than ever.
‘Ah, I might actually survive this.’
The air inside the carriage was immaculate. Demian, seated across from me, was nothing short of a sanctuary itself.
The cool, pristine aura emanating from him swept through my surroundings, forcefully expelling the dregs of malevolent spirits that had been circling me.
It felt like stepping from the scorching heat of midsummer into a bank lobby with the air conditioning blasting at full power.
“Miss Violetta.”
“Yes, Commander. What is it?”
“Are you enjoying the current situation?”
“Well, to be honest?”
I leaned back deeply into the carriage seat and crossed my legs.
“Yes, I’m enjoying it. It’s quite refreshing, actually.”
“Refreshing? You assaulted your own fiancé, and your own sister—”
“It wasn’t assault; it was exorcism. And you saw it yourself, didn’t you?”
Demian Lyart fell silent at my words. He didn’t deny it. He had also witnessed the black smoke scattering from above Laura’s shoulders.
Just then, the carriage lurched and came to a halt. We had arrived at the Inquisition Headquarters.
“Step out.”
Demian Lyart gestured outside with a tilt of his chin. Truly a man of iron who had never learned the meaning of courtesy. I climbed out of the carriage, grumbling.
“Ugh!”
The moment I stepped down, I had no choice but to clamp my nose shut.
The entrance to the Inquisition Headquarters. It was another kind of hell. The exterior walls and pillars were packed densely with vengeful spirits bearing grotesque forms.
They were surely the wraiths of criminals who had been tortured and executed in this place.
The moment they spotted me, they rushed forward with eyes gleaming like hyenas that had discovered fresh prey.
“Damn, this place is a buffet.”
I stumbled backward in horror. One of the wraiths stretched out a long arm, attempting to seize my ankle.
Snap—!
I reflexively grabbed Demian Lyart’s arm beside me and clung to his body.
“…!”
Demian Lyart’s body went rigid as stone.
“M-Miss Violetta! What are you doing! Let go!”
“Ah, just a moment! Five minutes—no, just one minute!”
I desperately clung to his forearm.
Remarkably, the instant I made contact with Demian Lyart, the wraith targeting my ankle shrieked and was repelled. The concentrated holy power emanating from his body was nothing short of sulfuric acid to these spirits.
‘Wow, jackpot. This man is basically a living talisman.’
I was genuinely impressed.
This man was no mere air purifier.
He was a walking, high-performance exorcism barrier.
I sniffed the air.
From him came the scent of soap, a crisp winter breeze, and a subtle herbal fragrance—the only clean-zone aroma detectable in this world vibrating with the nauseating stench of rotting corpses.
“Ahh… what a lovely scent…”
The words escaped me before I could stop them.
Demian Lyart’s face flushed crimson in an instant.
“S-Scent! You really—!”
“Ah, don’t misunderstand. It’s not your body odor; it’s the scent of your holy power.”
“Let go of me this instant!”
He tried to pry me off, but I clung to his arm like a leech, refusing to budge. Here was Demian, the legendary Holy Knights Order commander—that impenetrable wall of ice, that marble statue of a man—being dragged across the floor by a woman in a wedding dress. It was absurd to anyone watching, but I was far too desperate to care.
To the others, it must have looked ridiculous, but my desperation was genuine.
“Your Grace, please. Just walk with me to that entrance. Once we pass it, I’ll let go, I promise.”
“What on earth are you doing? Are you mocking me?”
“Mocking? This is pure survival instinct.”
I gestured with my chin toward the headless spirit dangling from the pillar at the entrance.
“That gentleman hanging from the pillar keeps trying to hurl his severed head at me. You don’t see it?”
“…What?”
Demian stared at the entrance, utterly bewildered. Of course, he saw nothing.
“There is nothing there. Stop spouting nonsense.”
“There is! Look, he just threw it! Move!”
I wrapped my arms around Demian’s waist and yanked him into my embrace.
Of course, no actual head came flying.
What the vengeful spirit had hurled was a curse—a dark energy that incinerated to white ash the moment it touched Demian’s cloak. But to everyone else, it looked as though I were embracing him in some strange, waltz-like pose.
“…”
Silence. My face was buried against his solid chest.
I could hear his heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump. Faster than I expected.
So the man was more tense than his icy exterior suggested.
I tilted my head slightly, looking up at him. Up close, he was even more beautiful. And best of all, those crystalline eyes held no maggots, no malevolent spirits—just pure clarity.
“Your Grace.”
“…Release me. I have asked three times now.”
“Your eyes are quite lovely, you know. So clean. I like that.”
“…What?”
Demian blinked at me in confusion. I grinned and gave his chest a playful pat before stepping back. The vengeful spirits at the entrance had scattered, frightened by his aura.
“I think I’ll survive now. Shall we? The Investigation Room awaits.”

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